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Nathalie & Mackenzie (Canada, Season 3)
Ages 13 to 20 were extremely fun for me. Secondly; always loved older women. Sexual inexperience on my part heightened the desire for women who f-u-c-k like WHORES, and look the part, nothing less. Thirdly, shyness ruled my childhood, never dating back then thanks to intimidation. I roll outta bed and scratch my yielding balls, doing so as I raise my other hand to shield the bright rays from both weary eyes. Chirping birds a plenty welcome me to the screened window. The morning has yet to hit 9: Both were watching the tedious unloading of a large moving van. I quirkily thought, "Hmmm… Finally, the Taylor house must have sold? What also caught my attention was the lone female. Endlessly h—- , always curious and a naive virgin, I dressed in sporting shorts and a floppy white ball shirt. Wooden fencing around my home allowed me to spy on any neighbour and this posed opportunity to do the same to the new ones. Just when positioning myself behind the wooden barrier, eyeing up the knothole, the neighbours went indoors. Model car building occupied my mind when I went indoors thereafter. Being a Saturday, little else was left to do. This was my time consumer as every friend was on some sort of weekend trip. Up mom went to answer the call. Minutes passed, voices still carried from the front entrance. Mom noticed my arrival behind the opened door, stopping mid-sentence to introduce me to the person outside. It was our new neighbor. My eyes widened while my jaw dropped. I could just s-h-i-t. I stumbled over my words but eventually welcomed Kathie Lee to the neighborhood. Mom sent me downstairs to grab an electrical extension cord. Gifford needed it for reasons not recalled because I was dumbfounded by her imposing appearance. I came back excitedly and passed the cord onward. No nipple showed, sadly. There was no way she could stop the shirt from blowing up, as she needed both hands to hold her son and electrical cord. She just had to stand there and let us see her briefly flash bronzed skin. At the end, she left. I ran back to the table before my mounting hard-on presented itself. I finished my soup in record time, hardly hearing any words my parents said about our new additions next door. Leaving the table was a crafty conduct, I had to guard the wet p-r-e-c-u-m pattern. Kathie Lee and her family left later that day for New York, so to complete their move. All week, home designers came and went across the street, filling the home with costly furnishings. Another Saturday arrived, heat was the conversation of everyone still. It was my day to mow the lawn, plus, one week to go before my 15th birthday. Sweat poured from my physique under degree Colorado sunshine. Just as I finished at 2: First popped out the month-old slowly, as they do, then the busty Gifford. I paused shyly then yelled sheepishly, "…H-h-hello. My 5" boner snapped in palpitations under the boxer-type sport shorts that hung from my trim waist. Every step towards me seemed drawn out, almost surreal. She walked ladylike poised with courtly grace, young son hanging onto one hand. The fashionably fitted pink lace-up terrycloth shorts left nothing, absolutely nothing to the imagination, molding to her like second skin. Very, very prominent were the outline ridges of large, jagged p-u-s-s-y lips. Her t-i-t-i-l-l-a-t-i-n-g c-u-n-t crevasse equaled the depth of an ocean abyss. It was a short stroll for them. Their pace halted next to me and my lawnmower. Additionally, I quickly mentioned I was a huge fan. She said, "Thanks, but treat me like any other neighbor, okay? Nervousness subsided during our chat until she blew me away, saying with an analytical expression, "Did you like the show? Kathie Lee realized my intimidation and continued teasing, saying, "You know, last week? Horrified, my tube steak had stiffened — painfully at a degree angle, it looked as if making a right-hand turn. At this point, exploding was not too far off. Much like an unruly mushroom rising within manicured lawn, my pressurized c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d poked sideways. It made a pup tent out the side of the flimsy shorts. The ample shaft bent degress over my left thigh top. It felt like snapping in two. I let it be, not able to rescue it. Trying to keep her lovely eyes from looking down at the prominence became paramount. My pulsating dark c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d and green shorts became wet from dense, simmering p-r-e-c-u-m. Quickly I nonchalantly cupped both hands off to the side of my bulging shorts, both knees weakened fast. She looked down and winked, noticing the prominence under taut material and the damp circle at its bulbous end. She said, "Oh, am I embarrassing you? Ya, I-I-I dripped, ya, I dripped sweat from my forehead when sitting on the steps during a break. I wiped most of it, then stuffed a rolled-up facecloth in my pocket. She knew she erected me to paining hardness — and prolonged it. Kathie Lee raised her manicured right hand to tuck windblown blonde locks behind both ears. Purposely done, her forearm grazed her right t-i-t and wrinkled the baby-blue tank covering it. Erect nipples — from f-u-c-k-i-n-g with my mind, no doubt — stood out one-inch or better, consequently, the one she hit acted like a clothes hanger and kept the material from falling back into place. She tugged the tank top down and without doubt made sure I saw. After momentarily tugging it, she tucked the bottom into the skintight rosy short shorts to keep its tautness. Thankfully the tank now molded to her braless boobs like second skin. Both heaved nipples were visibly solid. She looked into my eyes while tucking, catching my stare once again. A freshly-cut grass blade blew onto the tight top, next to one jutting nipple. She picked it off and intentionally brushed a finger over the colossal nipple for cleansing, and to make the whole boob jiggle. She caught me staring a third time but said nothing, only smiling. Then turned to bend forward, picking up her tired son. As that went on I peered at her butt. It was as if being mooned because both succulent bare ass cheeks smiled at me. She erected her stance, turned, waved good-bye over her shoulder, making sure I noticed her heavenly hung-out ass. The cleft strip of pink material so thin and pulled so tight between her curvaceous butt-tocks that I could see the darker pigmentation of her nickel-sized s-h-i-t-h-o-l-e. I watched her distant ourselves. My hard-on subsided when my mom noted my stare from a doorway, telling me to work harder. I returned to rake the lovely smelling lawn. Finally — my birthday arrived the following Saturday. Mom arranged a surprise party when I was out with my father shopping. Air conditioning held the inside temperature down, and dimmed lighting preferred by all. When my eyes focused from the beaming daylight to the darkened room, I about passed out when noting Kathie Lee was part of the "surprise group" too, she seated next to the "birthday boy" spot. Mom thought I would enjoy the extra company I addressed all and sat. It overcame everything, very bewitching. Because it was a celebration she dolled herself up, dressed much like the last time I talked with her. A shiny gold necklace garnished down into her roomy tanned cleavage. Both pert one-inch long nipples aggressively forced themselves outward against the lace fabric, a hint of brown silver-dollar-sized areola visible besides. To add a touch a class, appealing tanned size 7 feet donned a pair of elegant white 5" stiletto pumps — with sexy double ankle straps and arousing gold-tipped spikes. She sat with shimmering bare legs crossed ladylike, pumping the top shoe sort of nervous-like. Her cute son, Cody, sat atop her lap, looking about.
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